 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
At first, Phoebe was sure that someone was throwing paper at her to make fun, and her small face scrunched into a scowl. But she relaxed a little bit when she realized that Archie the older year was actually offering to help, and wasn't just going to tell her she was stupid. "Oh. Okay. Um, um, Ex-uh-REKS-oh. Wait, no. Ex-uh-RESK-oh. Tergeo Exaresco." It took her a bit, but she eventually managed to dry out her marjoram cuttings. "Thanks, Archie." It was a big help.
Ooh, it was time for the tincture part. She was excited about this lesson- besides the part where she was bad at magic. She collected all of her ingredients in two trips: The mortar and pestle, mason jar, and spell-o-wrap first, followed by the tin foil, silk cloth, and ethanol. She was quite pleased that this part didn't involve magic and she could just crush the leaves herself.
Pheebs got to work, crushing her Marjoram super-duper-small-sized and then diligently measuring the powder to make sure it took up EXACTLY(ish) 0.5 centimeters of mason jar. She'd seen Noah making his potions and he was always the most exact! |